. The photographic history of the Civil War : in ten volumes . r my path I saw a soldiers grave. The bramble wrestled with the weed Upon the lowly mound;—The simple head-hoard, rudely writ, Had rotted to the ground;I raised it with a reverent hand, From dust its words to clear,But time had blotted all but these— A Georgia Volunteer! I saw the toad and scaly snake From tangled covert start,And hide themselves among the weeds Above the dead mans heart;But undisturbed, in sleep profound, Unheeding, there he lay;His coffin but the mountain soil, His shroud Confederate gray. 1 heard the Shenandoah

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. The photographic history of the Civil War : in ten volumes . r my path I saw a soldiers grave. The bramble wrestled with the weed Upon the lowly mound;—The simple head-hoard, rudely writ, Had rotted to the ground;I raised it with a reverent hand, From dust its words to clear,But time had blotted all but these— A Georgia Volunteer! I saw the toad and scaly snake From tangled covert start,And hide themselves among the weeds Above the dead mans heart;But undisturbed, in sleep profound, Unheeding, there he lay;His coffin but the mountain soil, His shroud Confederate gray. 1 heard the Shenandoah rollAlong the vale below, I saw the Alleghanies riseTowards the realms of snow. The Valley Campaign rose to mind-Its leaders name—and then I knew the sleeper had been oneOf Stonewall Jacksons men. Yet whence he came, what lip shall say- Whose tongue will ever tellWhat desolated hearths and hearts Have been because he fell?What sad-eyed maiden braids her hair, Her hair which he held dear?One lock of which perchance lies with The Georgia Volunteer! [278].

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